Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 345 – The Sensible One is the Good Snake

Lin Fan no longer bothered to conceal his movements.

He was now Long Xuan, a seventh-level peak elder of the Dragon Clan. In this untamed wilderness, he was the walking embodiment of law.

His black figure streaked through the sky like lightning, tearing apart the tranquility above the Forest of Elves in an instant.

He didn’t even bother searching for a path. With his terrifying mental strength that spanned several kilometers in radius, he directly locked onto a depression at the forest’s edge where life energy was thick and abundant.

Boom—!

There was no warning whatsoever.

A dreadful pressure born from the depths of his bloodline descended from the heavens like a tangible black tsunami.

Within a five-kilometer radius, whether it was venomous pythons coiled in the treetops or giant crocodiles lurking in the marshes, every single creature froze stiff in that instant. It was fear etched into their very genes—an instinctive submission to the apex predator at the top of the food chain.

“Hiss—!”

The depression below erupted into chaos instantly.

Hundreds of Serpent-folk scrambled out of crude wooden huts and earthen burrows in panic, clutching bone spears and bows, yet with no idea who their enemy was. All they could do was tremble on the ground.

Lin Fan hovered fifty meters above the tribe.

His black hem fluttered loudly in the wind as he looked down upon these ants from his lofty position, idly tapping the lace folding fan against his palm.

“Have the one in charge come out.”

His voice was soft, yet it seemed to detonate directly inside every Serpent-folk’s mind.

Several Serpent-folk of weaker strength rolled their eyes back on the spot and collapsed unconscious.

Slosh.

The door of the largest stone dwelling at the center of the tribe was thrown open with force.

A seductive figure slithered out.

She was a female Serpent-folk whose upper body was almost completely bare, with only a few scales covering her vital areas.

Her lower half was a thick serpentine tail five or six meters long, covered in fine, dense purple-black scales.

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Dreadlocks that seemed to be made of countless tiny snakes cascaded behind her head, and her eyes were eerie vertical pupils, radiating the formidable aura of a sixth-level mid-stage cultivator.

The Serpent-folk Queen.

At this moment, the queen who ordinarily led the tribe was pale as paper.

She raised her head and looked at the figure in midair radiating a seventh-level peak aura. Her vertical pupils contracted violently.

That aura…

Pure, tyrannical, utterly supreme.

Dragon Clan!

And not just any Dragon Clan member—this was a true heavyweight who held significant authority even within the Dragon Clan itself!

“G-Great… Great One…”

The Serpent-folk Queen’s taut body instantly went limp, and she even tossed aside the bow in her hand.

She prostrated herself on the ground, doing her utmost to appear humble and submissive.

“I had no idea a Great One was gracing us with their presence… the Serpent-folk Race tribe… failed to welcome you properly.”

Her voice was trembling.

A few months ago, that golden Dragon Clan madman had beaten their entire tribe into migrating.

Now this one who had arrived—just one look at him made her feel like her soul was about to freeze solid.

At least seventh-level late stage, possibly even seventh-level peak!

A powerhouse of this caliber could wipe out all of them with a single breath.

Lin Fan descended slowly, hovering three inches above the ground so that not a speck of mud would stain his hem.

“I am Long Xuan, Fifth Elder of the Dragon Race Council of Elders.”

Lin Fan spoke calmly, his gold-violet eyes sweeping over the Serpent-folk Queen’s proud curves. A glint of satisfaction flickered in his gaze.

This vessel—absolutely top-tier.

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Not only did she possess sixth-level mid-stage strength, but her figure proportions and that wild, primal beauty—this was definitely above Perfect Grade, perhaps even Epic Grade material.

“D-Dragon… Dragon Race Elder?!”

The Serpent-folk Queen jerked her head up, her eyes filled with disbelief.

An elder of the Dragon Race Council of Elders!

Why would a legendary figure like this come to such a godforsaken place?

Could it be that he was here to settle accounts over that golden madman from before?

At this thought, the Serpent-folk Queen’s heart nearly leaped out of her chest, cold sweat trickling down her pale spine.

“Don’t be nervous.”

Lin Fan seemed to see right through her. With a crisp snap , he opened his folding fan, covering half his face and revealing only a pair of eyes that seemed to smile without smiling.

“I’m not here to kill. Wiping all of you out would bring me no benefit whatsoever.”

The Serpent-folk Queen froze for a moment, her taut nerves relaxing just a fraction, though she still dared not let her guard down.

“Then, my lord, what is it that—”

“I came here to do exactly three things.”

Lin Fan raised three fingers, the black lace gloves looking especially exquisite in the sunlight.

“First, I want you.”

His finger pointed at the Serpent-folk Queen.

Her entire body stiffened.

“Second, I want all the women at level four or above in your tribe.”

The Serpent-folk Queen’s expression turned extremely grim.

The women at level four or above in the tribe—they were the backbone of reproduction and combat, numbering only about a dozen in total.

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If they were all taken away, the tribe would surely suffer a severe blow to its vitality.

“Third…”

Ignoring her changing expression, Lin Fan pointed toward the center of the forest, in the direction of that Spirit Energy-rich lake.

“I’m going to purge the entire Forest of Elves. Anyone who doesn’t submit to me dies.”

Lin Fan withdrew his hand, his tone as calm as if he were discussing what to have for dinner.

“You can refuse. The price of refusal is that I grind all three hundred-plus of you into meat paste right now, then pick out what I want myself. A bit more troublesome, but the result is the same.”

“Or, you accept my terms. The rest of your people not only live, but also gain the protection of me—Long Xuan, Fifth Elder of the Pure-blood Dragon Council of Elders.”

Lin Fan paused, the smile at the corners of his mouth deepening.

“You fled here from the Mist Forest, didn’t you? Life hasn’t been easy here, has it? The centaurs to the north, the Deer-folk to the east, and those fish in the lake… they haven’t exactly been kind to you, have they?”

The Serpent-folk Queen’s body trembled violently.

This was a naked threat, and also a naked temptation.

Refuse, and her tribe would be annihilated on the spot.

Accept, and although they’d lose some high-end combat power, the remaining clansmen would have the banner of a Dragon Clan elder as their backing, no longer needing to hide and skulk in this forest.

They could even move to the core zone where Spirit Energy was denser!

Even a fool could do this math.

Sacrifice a small portion in exchange for the race’s survival and future prosperity.

“I… accept.”

The Serpent-folk Queen closed her eyes and forced out these three words with difficulty.

She knew that from the moment this lord descended, she had no right to choose.

Being able to secure a “guaranteed outcome” in a death sentence was already a tremendous blessing.

“Smart.”

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Lin Fan nodded with satisfaction.

This was the benefit of dealing with intelligent people—saving time and effort.

“Choose a new leader. I’m patient—I’ll give you five minutes.” Lin Fan glanced at a watch that didn’t exist and said casually.

The Serpent-folk Queen picked herself up from the ground.

She turned around and looked at her clansmen behind her, who had all been scared stiff.

“Zack!”

She called out.

A burly male Serpent-folk swam out, wielding a giant bone hammer. His aura was at the early sixth level, making him the strongest in the tribe besides the Queen.

“My Queen…” Zack’s voice was low, his eyes filled with reluctance and humiliation.

“From today onward, you are the new leader of the Serpent-folk Race.”

The Serpent-folk Queen removed a necklace strung with unknown beast fangs from her neck and placed it around Zack’s neck.

“Lead our people, survive… that matters more than anything.”

Zack clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, drawing green blood. He glanced at the towering black figure above, then finally lowered his head in defeat.

“Yes… My Queen.”

The handover ceremony was crude and swift.

There wasn’t even time for tears of farewell.

A few minutes later.

Seventeen Serpent-folk women, including the Serpent-folk Queen, stood neatly before Lin Fan.

Their eyes held fear, but more than that, the numbness of resignation.

“Good, all of you know your place.”